posted on August 7, 2011 at 8:21 pm

gordian knot

instant fervent glorious baptism in white wasteland

the musicians have all passed out

the cards all undealt

the beers in the fridge

slosh it all down

go unto the night as a child would

the notes in the songs correspond to stars

eight flames in eastern dark

the minstrel crashes into the audience

i sing the songs of the dead

the real and the imaginary

i sing the songs written by waiters and housewives

i arrange the cobwebs and the dew

i orchestrate the floral dominions where mission fainted in joy

mustardseed and poppy

indica into rose into swollen purple headed evening clouds

my music falling down around me like glowing ashes

we pack up our lutes in our utes and usually some disputed flute

i sit at a red table with a silver fork

women of whitest flesh and blackest clothes

peppermint and lavender then

mandrake rooted in mansuit

henbane beltane

morgoth black christ angel in conflicto delicto

the sides collide i ride along on my song

this song lifts me up

this song lets me down

this song never sing in this part of town

my planets arrive

each one orbiting a guitar fixture

aliens abound man in my deepest spine

an abyss of cosmic secret darkness

one day you will plummet it i am so sure

until then the hum of the stars

and the searing loss of time elapsed

24 Responses to “adaptor”

  1. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2011 at 12:40 am #

    The table is set…two lovely wine glasses resting patiently to be nestled within a man and woman’s hands… Who thou is your dinner guest ???

    Just wondering ????

    Darrin K.

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    evilren | 8 August 2011 at 12:45 am #

    And so it goes. Thumbs up. That is all.

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    Anonymous | 8 August 2011 at 3:09 am #

    yesterday settles from a picture of eyes closed (head hanging down)with light given a hand to the top through his crown, following adjustment of the image’s direction the eye opens up to look in sits a figure read before as an angel draped in linen kneeling into an ear’s whispered words of the past dark blue sea and Italy draped around his neck holding (a bust of) aphrodite’s gaze at his chin with the galaxy upon him to the begining again.

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    Jmb066 | 8 August 2011 at 3:50 am #

    Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space.

    Courtesy of Steve Kilbey

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    Boriah | 8 August 2011 at 4:50 am #

    I´m gonna go to a cruise tomorrow, to sail the Greek islands and the coast of Turkey. I´ll make a short stop in Corfú, so I´ll listen to “The Golden Dawn” there in your honour, searching for the ruins of the Thelema Abbey. Why drinking wine from a stupid crystal glass when you can do it directly from an amphor?

    You just remind this:

    Dionysus and Apollo are up in the sky
    Their brand of contradiction makes me want to cry
    For four thousand years I’ve been accruing my bones
    Looking for a God who won’t leave me alone

    It’s not easy to find
    Should put it right out of my mind
    Boys I must have been blind
    It’s the pain in my temples

    Cheers facing the minotaur…

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2011 at 1:38 pm #

      Safe travels and enlightment to you…Boriah.

      Darrin K.

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        Boriah | 16 August 2011 at 3:58 am #

        Thanks Darrin, I´m back, seven days visiting Corfu, Athenas, Rodhes, Mikonos, Santorini, and then Istambul and Izmir. A hell of a trip.
        Stay well.

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    Cocoamo | 8 August 2011 at 6:39 am #

    Surreal trance emanating in a soft mist
    Like a cocoon, surrounding logic
    Lovely words.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

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    . | 8 August 2011 at 7:07 am #

    we stopped by the ancient river and i cupped my hands to get a drink
    cool and refreshing…i opened my hands and an alien world unfolded therein,
    miniature beings of a most beautiful melancholy, but robust nature
    porcelain and slitherlike creatures with tiny heads, two legs, four arms
    they are pleasant to look at even though to them i appear a monster
    they radiate colors collectively with the vibrations of the summer air
    i placed them on a rock beside me and we talked telepathically
    music had gone from their world with the passing of the last king
    for the new council had forbade the creation of the arts and color
    they had been forced from the treetops to the depths of the river
    where they only surface on the setting of the two and distant suns
    one of them crawled in my trouser pocket and asked about the silver flute
    it had been found on our last expedition to the distant moon of nibiru
    i played a song for them and they glowed like rainbows floating in the air
    smiles on their tiny faces, a surge of gentle energy filled the forest floor
    i felt their sincere gratitude and they thanked me for a long lost gift
    we left shortly thereafter, but left the flute which they took with them
    as we flew above we noticed the river teemed with light and color
    i still feel their joy as if they stood on my shoulder

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    everybody's muse | 8 August 2011 at 12:09 pm #

    Music boy no. 1 dined at my table today
    he hasn’t changed
    he’s still the same
    sarcastic and hurtful
    just wished I knew he’d be there
    so I could plan to NOT be

    My old friend Mike
    he once rode a trike
    now he’s onto bigger bikes
    next time I’ll tell him
    to go take a hike

    Ah, but me o’my oh
    being the lady I am
    cannot see what bothers he
    ’til after the food and drink

    Yeah, I stay polite
    bet he wouldn’t be quite like
    if I had a husband
    yeah, a hubby would be so neat
    someone to take up for me

    Someone to say, “just let it go man”
    or “if you were more of a man,
    then you’d understand her,
    this, him, us”
    “Leave her alone man – she never
    did anything wrong to you,
    at least nothing she thought was bad.”

    Yeah, that will be the day
    the day I look forward to
    to arrive at some gathering place
    with hubby by my side
    crossing his path again
    I’d like to see that sarcastic grin
    turn inward like sin
    never again
    never again
    never again


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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2011 at 1:40 pm #

      That was powerful, poignant, yet not profane –
      Brilliant…I read that piece couple times.

      Darrin K.

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        everybody's muse | 8 August 2011 at 6:12 pm #

        Thanks. Um, the profanity was before and after the poem – rest assured of THAT. lol.

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    Ingrid | 8 August 2011 at 1:06 pm #

    This is beautiful and you captured the night perfectly. Great show again last night at Newcastle, you guys had the crowd mesmerised.

    Ah yes the peppermint and lavender was really nice too.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2011 at 1:48 pm #

    And staring into ageless eyes
    That shared too dark for light
    Searching for old bonds in places
    That lie forever out of plain sight
    A restless spirit of belonging
    What shall satisfy your longing?
    For the real truth is never seen
    Just simplistic false sense of reason
    dependency begins to show
    We are no longer parts of a machine.

    Darrin K.

    • avatar
      muse no more | 8 August 2011 at 5:29 pm #

      Answer: Him. My Sun.

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    hellbound heart | 8 August 2011 at 8:38 pm #

    this is exquisite
    thank you

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    captain mission | 8 August 2011 at 11:04 pm #

    the magus somewhere on a greek island

  13. avatar
    Ron Bonham | 9 August 2011 at 12:47 am #

    For Rhien/Landlord Landry-RIP

    Lament to the Essence of the Hopes and Disappointments of The Human Race

    Today I took the pain away.
    The greatest day.

    It will only be you who never reckoned.
    If I tell you sorry, the daffodils beckoned.

    They’ll tell my daughters
    God’s son went home.

    They’ll tell my dogs
    I went to the store and never returned.

    They’ll tell my parents
    they did a fine job.

    They’ll tell my wife the grass
    never looked so fresh.

    They’ll say it was a loss of faith.
    But it was you who lost faith in me.

    You’ll picture angels weeping
    while I just lie sleeping.

    You’ll see me in the clouds
    with Grandpa and Keats.

    But don’t mind me,
    I’m only sleeping.

    They’ll say I gave up too soon,
    But it was you who held on too long.

    Tell my wife the grass needs keeping.

    Tell my dogs that life’s repeating.

    Tell my parents I went out reaping.

    And tell my daughters I’m only sleeping.

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    everybody's muse | 9 August 2011 at 1:50 am #

    Generally speaking, of all the genres punk rock is the most raw and the least of my favs. It’s ‘rebel against everything’ – no regard for anyone – rebel for rebel sake. *barf*

    Punks and Puke

    maturity doesn’t come to punk rockers
    no, they just keep on living raw
    they never really had love
    not my fault
    not my fault

    an ugly urban art
    that cannot see the inside
    they’ll take a beautiful woman
    and turn her into a monster
    just for the rebel
    the rebel in their hearts
    the sheer satisfaction

    they have long teeth
    and sharp claws
    they live in the dark shadows
    interesting how 1 band changed it all
    interesting how they left their mark
    and I used to think it was good
    this dividing line in rock
    but now I see
    it was the death in me
    our ship left the dock

    And if I had magic gun
    I would shoot them all
    make them disappear into thin air
    yeah, make them dissappear
    never to come back here
    never again.

    • avatar
      Cocoamo | 10 August 2011 at 6:48 am #

      Must have been one heck of a dinner! Your venting is most amusing. Wonder if the miscreant has had the treat of reading this? We always wonder who does read this blog?

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        everybody's muse | 10 August 2011 at 1:16 pm #

        Who knows? He didn’t like you, but he never liked anyone who was interested in moi back when I was a young’n, and well, even still today – but not his decision, the bastard, the poor dumb bastard (lol). “hahahahaha…..” <—– his taunting words to me in a song. I really do detest him. With any luck, I won't ever have to eat dinner with him again. 'cept for maybe my niece's wedding, but then again..

        yes, amusing.

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        Lioness | 15 September 2011 at 5:32 pm #

        Amusing? Your reply reminds this one of an episode from Star Trek: The Next Generation, where a black blob, sad and lonely sadistic “thing” took pleasure in killing Lt. Tasha Yar, and in threatening others – the Captain, Counselor Troi. The android Data concluded that since “It” was capable of great sadism and cruelty – no redeeming qualities – that “it” should be destroyed. “It” was outmaneuvered and left to it’s own demise…..

        “It” will now destroy itself. End of story.

        source = Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 1, Episode 24 “Skin of Evil”


  15. avatar
    Karen | 9 August 2011 at 5:19 pm #

    you arrange the cobwebs & the dew? well your doing a mighty fine job
    loved this little poem

  16. avatar
    Wiild Chiild | 9 August 2011 at 9:35 pm #

    Beautiful words from a beautiful mind… :)xox

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